She Embarrassed Me

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Isabella walked slowly toward the car as the night air brushed against her skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm in her chest.

How dare Andrea? Seeing him with that evil bitch makes her feel like strangling life out of him, she wanted to go back upstairs, take off the clothes and stay indoors, but that will only give Vanessa more reason to taunt her, so she played along.

She walked towards the car. One of the guards rushed ahead and opened the back door for her, she nodded faintly and slid into the car.

The leather seat was cold against her legs, she leaned back and let out a slow breath, then lifted her wrist to check the time, it was past 8:pm already. She had no idea where Andrea was taking her to.

What if he doesn't come out? She thought, staring at the entrance door.

But to her surprise, the front door of the house opened again, and Andrea stepped out.

He looked polished, his expensive suit hugged his tall frame perfectly, the fabric was smooth and wrinkle-free. His shoes shone under the night lights, he looked like a gentleman.

Behind him, Vanessa hurried out, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor as she rushed to catch up with Andrea , her steps were fast .

“Andrea!” she called, but Andrea kept walking.

Vanessa reached him just as he got to the car and grabbed his hand from behind.

“Andrea, I want to come with you,” she said, her lips pushed out in a pout, her voice soft and pleading.

Andrea stopped, he sighed deeply, like someone already tired of a conversation that hadn’t even started. Slowly, he pulled his hand out of hers, even Isabella was surprised at his actions.

Is he tired of her so soon? Isabella thought as she scoff.

“Listen, Vanessa,” Andrea said with a flat tone.

 “You can’t come.”

“No way,” Vanessa said loudly. 

“You’re going on a dinner date with her and you expect me to sit at home? That’s never going to happen.”

Andrea turned to face her, his brows pulling together.

“Who said we’re going on a dinner date?” he asked. “We’re going to see Grandpa. He asked us to pay him a visit.”

“At this time of the night “ Vanessa asked, her anger immediately pausing mid-air.

“Grandpa?” she repeated. Andrea nodded once.

Vanessa stared at Andrea for a few seconds, like she was trying to read his face, and catch the lie he was hiding behind his calm expression, but she didn't find any.

“Oh,” she said quietly, as her shoulders relaxed.

She nodded slowly, as a small smile returns to her face.

“Okay,” she said. “I won’t come along then.”

Vanessa stepped closer, lifted her hands, and cupped Andrea’s cheeks gently.

“Just stay safe,” she added softly. “And be good, okay?”

Andrea nodded, without another word, he turned, entered the car, and shut the door.

The engine started, and the car pulled away from the mansion, leaving the bright lights behind.

Inside the car, silence settled heavily, Isabella stared straight ahead of them, not staring at Andrea.

“Really now?” Isabella finally spoke.

Andrea leaned back in his seat, for a brief moment, his eyes y closed.

“What now?” he asked, sounding tired.

“We’re going to Grandpa?” Isabella asked, turning toward him. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Well,” Andrea replied calmly, “I lied to her.”

Isabella blinked, her eyes searched his face, surprised by how easily the words came out of his mouth, she found it difficult to believe that Andrea lied to his one and only sweetheart, she turned back to the window without saying another word.

The city lights passed by quickly, blurring into long lines of gold and white, the ride was smooth, after a while, the car slowed down.

Isabella frowned when she noticed where they were stopping, at a big restaurant, Andrea stepped out first, he walked around the car and opened the door for her.

He stretch out his hand, Isabella stared at them for a moment before taking it. As she stepped out, her mind screamed with questions.

Why is he acting like a gentleman?Why now?

She couldn’t understand it, It felt strange, and wrong, like a mask that didn’t fit his face, Andrea had never taken her out or do such lovely things for her before.

“Calm down Isabel, he's doing it for the baby” she convinced herself.

They walked inside together like couples.

The restaurant was warm and bright, soft music played in the background, people sat in pairs and groups, laughing, talking, and enjoying their meals.

Andrea pulled out a chair for her, she sat, he called the waiter and ordered food without looking at her.

What kind of a man orders food without the consent of his woman? Isabella thought.

Get yourself together Isabel, you are not his woman, she screamed to her subconscious state.

“Are you alright?” Andrea asked, sensing her uneasiness.

“Sure I'm fine” Isabella replied nonchalantly.

Why is he acting like he cares? Not like he actually care, Isabella thought rolling her eyes.

“Those eyes of yours will soon fall out” Andrea said.

That was when Isabella noticed he's been staring at her , all these while, she was engrossed in her thoughts and hadn't noticed.

“ Whatever” she said.

When the dishes arrived, the smell hit Isabella’s nose instantly, she covered her mouth and stood up quickly, the next second, she threw up on the table.

“What the….” Andrea pause mid air.

People gasped, some turned to stare, others whispered, their eyes were full of curiosity and judgment.

Isabella held onto the table, breathing hard, her body shaking as nausea rose again.

Andrea stood up abruptly.

“Are you crazy?” he yelled.

Isabella wiped her mouth slowly and turned to him.

“You didn’t ask what I would like to eat,” she said weakly.

 “You just ordered what you like.”

She straightened slightly. “Is that how a gentleman behaves?”

The murmuring grew louder. Andrea grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the chair, she stumbled, barely able to keep up as he dragged her toward the exit.

The driver rushed ahead and opened the door, outside, Andrea shoved her into the car. She landed hard on the seat and groaned softly in pains.

“What do you think you’re trying to do, Isabel?” Andrea snapped as he entered the car. “Embarrass me like that in public?”

Isabella leaned forward, her hand restuon her chest, fighting the nausea that still rolled through her body, she didn’t answer, she didn't have the strength to batter words with him this time.

“Take us out of here,” Andrea ordered.

The driver nodded and drove off.

The car moved fast, they drove for a long time, until they got to a quiet and lonely road, that was when Andrea spoke.

“Stop this car.” he said, with a note of finality as he looked ahead.

The driver hit the brakes, and the car came to a sharp stop. 

“What are you doing?” Isabella asked quickly.

 “Do you want to get us killed?”

“Get out,” Andrea ordered.

Isabella blinked, what just happened? Is he talking to me? No it can't be, he must be referring to the driver.

“I said, get out of my car. This minute.” Andrea yelled, staring daggers at Isabella.

She stared at him in disbelief, thinking he was gradually changing, how wrong of her to think so highly of him, Andrea will always be Andrea. 

“You… you can’t be serious,” she whispered.

“Get out,” he repeated, his voice cold as ice. “Or I’ll force you out myself.”

Isabella mind raced with many thoughts.

 Is he sick? How dare he? How do I get home? She looked around, the road was empty and lonely.

The driver stepped out and opened her door, his eyes met hers,as he gave a pleading look, Isabella swallowed hard, slowly.

She stepped out of the car, her legs felt weak as her feet touched the ground. 

Andrea slammed the door shut without looking at her, and the car sped off, the sound of the engine fading into the distance.

Isabella stood alone on the quiet road as the night swallowed her whole.

How could Andrea be so heartless? to the extent of throwing her out in the middle of the road?

She tried to call Miguel but his line isn't connecting.

What will she do now?